Hello 2018, Goodbye 2017

Depending on the part of the world in which you live, this is either my last post of 2017 or first post of 2018. I personally love this intersection, and I am going to consider it as both. I still have so many blog posts lined up from last year, which I will still post... Continue Reading →


Why I Refuse To Change My Name In Senegal

I missed several days of the #30DayAfriBlogger and #BlogTemberChallenge, so I’m playing catch up! Day 3’s topics were ‘my totem’ (how one’s family is identified in Zimbabwe) and my heritage. I could write on both of these topics for daysssss, but instead I’ve decided to contextualize this combined post to focus on a reoccurring theme... Continue Reading →

What The ‘Fi’ Am I Doing In Dakar

Maangi fi. The direct translation from Wolof is “I am here” (the general meaning is “I am fine”), and it’s the common response to Nanga def (How are you?). I am here. Two weeks ago I landed in Dakar, Senegal after an eventful journey across two continents and three cities. I’ll spare you the details,... Continue Reading →

5 Ways To SLAy This Summer

SLAyage. That's the word that best describes this summer for me. From the glamorous hairstyles and conscious clothes to previews of black brilliance on the big screen, 2017 is definitely the year. And for female entrepreneurs in North America who make SLAying a lifestyle, SheHive – She Leads Africa’s (SLA) global four-day professional boot camp and... Continue Reading →


You are not too much to handle for the person destined to love you... (click to continue reading)


How do you empower yourself in a society that has always profited from holding you back? How do you pull yourself up by the bootstraps when they created a system in which you can barely afford food, let alone books? How do you free your mind when the knowledge you attain is always history, his story, rewritten... Continue Reading →


She was not scared of being loved. She was scared of loving. She never needed your validation But she wanted it all the same.     She waited and waited And when it finally came You did not give it to her. You gave it away to another.   ~Nomadic Mind~    


I stopped crying a long time ago. Not because the pain has gone, But because I'm too tired to feel.   ~Nomadic Mind~


The pain is crippling Causing me to talk too much Leaving things unsaid.   ~Nomadic Mind~


You're my everything. I think about the sacrifices that you made, And the foundation that you laid. You helped cultivate my work ethic, And you molded my integrity. My faith in God is strong today because of you. I know God is supposed to be my everything Or at least that's what they told me.... Continue Reading →

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